King's induction manual

Jiang Chongli ignored Xuan Xin, and said to the police chief: "At the station, I just tried to help the baroness out of a gentleman's instinct without thinking. After thinking about it, I also felt that my actions were not good. Who, you should buy a ticket for the bus."

The chief of police looked at him.

"That policeman's law enforcement is not a problem at all, but it is impossible for me not to resist in the face of an attack, and you know that." It is enough to say this.

The police do have legitimate reasons for enforcing the law, but in many cases, the scale is too large, and it is even more common to be counterattacked. Jiang Chongli said that to save face, but the director himself is very clear about the way.

The director's face turned red and pale when he remembered his experience of being patted on the head.He already knew Jiang Chongli's strength. With his strange and unpredictable abilities, it was easy for Jiang Chongli to escape, but he didn't leave, but followed him to save his family. He was not malicious and very reasonable. .

A very capable traditional Chinese medicine practitioner inherited from ancient China, his massage technique is very good, he has no malice towards himself, not only is he not malicious, but he also seems to like himself very much, and from time to time he always leans towards him, wanting to get close.

I don't know if he has opened in Sydney, and where is the address of the massage shop... The police chief was taken aback, not knowing why he had such a bad idea.

He hurriedly turned his head away from Jiang Chongli, turned around and left, Jiang Chongli immediately followed, the two stopped talking, and the atmosphere was a little depressed for a while.

Board the elevator and go straight to the intensive care unit on the top of the building.

The door opened, and the dark crowd in the corridor all turned their heads. Looking this way, countless lines of sight intertwined and gathered into an unspeakable heavy pressure.Jiang Chongli walked out first, with a blank expression on his face, even a little self-centered and rude.He can't be like a country king who has never seen the world, showing his cowardice under the pressure of the crowd. The more he enters a dangerous place, the less he can show his weakness. Otherwise, everything will be over before the battle begins.

The police chief has been watching him secretly, seeing that he is not subconsciously half a step behind him like ordinary people, but instead walked out first like a grandfather, so he couldn't help but stare at him.

Jiang Chongli turned his head quickly, caught the unsatisfied eyes of the lion, and smiled.

The director turned his face away, strode over, passed Jiang Chongli, Jiang Chongli touched his nose, and followed behind the big lion.

The crowd moved and gathered around one after another.

"Who is this?"

"Is he the one who made little Momota look like this?"

"Why isn't he handcuffed?"

"Why is his face intact?"

"Are you completely indifferent to what happened to little Momota, Howe?"

"It seems that you don't care about little Momota at all..."

"Enough!" growled the Chief of Police. "Shut your mouths!"

The crowd fell silent, and the director glanced sternly around. No one dared to meet his gaze, and they all lowered their heads and took a few steps back.

Although their postures were submissive, the expressions on their faces were not so honest. They looked at Jiang Chongli with ferocious hostility in their eyes. Occasionally, those who were bold would secretly look at the police chief with the same eyes.

"Who are these people, your relatives?" Jiang Chongli approached the director and asked in a low voice.

The chief frowned in disgust and said nothing.

These people, both men and women, wear well-tailored haute couture clothes, and they look like so-called upper-class people.The baroness said that the police chief's name is Lionheart Howe, who belongs to the ancient Lionheart-Reinhardt family. This family has a long history and was once prosperous in the European continent in the Middle Ages.

They landed on the Oceania continent on a large ship more than 200 years ago. They were one of the first European pioneers in Oceania. Later, they took root in Sydney and had far-reaching influence in all aspects of Sydney.

Shi Xinhao is the most outstanding strongman of this generation of Lion Heart family. Not only is he highly skilled in personal martial arts, but he also has an iron hand when exercising his duties. The ferocious criminal who dared to move was thrown into prison. The name of Lion Heart Man made criminals big and small in Sydney frightened.

But the higher the prestige in society, the more embarrassing the position of Mr. Director in the family.

Because he can't even be regarded as a true blood relative of this family.

After agreeing to a divorce with his ex-wife, the previous lion heart patriarch married Shi Xinhao's widowed mother. people get along well.What's more troublesome is that the ex-wife of the lion heart patriarch gave birth to his own son, no matter in blood or name, he is the next generation of lion heart patriarch, that is, the completely unrelated younger brother of lion heart - lion heart Momota.

It can't be said that Lion Heart Momota is not excellent, but the only fault is that Lion Heart Hao is too good.

The people in the family have always been undercurrents, and those who maintain the orthodox bloodline are extremely hostile to Lion Heart Hao, while others bow to the strength of Lion Heart Hao. In the words of those who maintain the orthodoxy, they support him with all their hearts. A wild species.

When the previous patriarch was around, at least he could maintain his face, but with the death of both the previous patriarch and Shi Xinhao's mother, the fig leaf of family harmony was finally completely torn to pieces.

Lion Heart Hao's reputation is not right, and he has no successor as the patriarch, but Lion Heart Momota is too young, and it is absolutely impossible to suppress Lion Heart Hao. Mota inherited the patriarch, and now the position of the patriarch is vacant, and the family is chaotic and wrestling with each other, which is very lively, and it has attracted many outsiders to watch a lot of good shows, such as the baroness, who knows all about these gossips.

Jiang Chongli looked at the expressions of these well-dressed men and women, and guessed that they were all supporters of Lionheart Momota. He turned around and saw a few muscular men in front of the door of the ward, guarding the door with stone-like faces. When they came to Shi Xinhao, they all gave slight signs with their eyes, that should be Shi Xinhao's subordinates.

The director led Jiang Chongli to the ward. A middle-aged man with a high status gritted his teeth and stepped forward to stop them. "Hao, what are you going to do?"

Shi Xinhao gave him a cold look, very impatient, "If you ask me to wake him up, I'll bring them to rescue him, what's the problem?"

"Who is he, what did he do to Momota, what method will be used to revive him, and whether there will be sequelae. If these are not clear, how can we let him approach Momota with confidence." The middle-aged men needed Shi Xinhao's strength, but they didn't trust him at all. Some of them even suspected that Shi Xinhao had planned the whole incident of Shi Xinhao's coma.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that Lionheart Momota encountered this kind of thing only a few days after he started as a grassroots police officer. You must know that there are so many fare-checking police officers in the entire city of Sydney, and no fare evader has ever been able to Surrounded by a large group of people, they succeeded in resisting and even injured the policeman so badly. What happened to Momota the Lionheart has already broken the historical record of the police, and it cannot but be suspicious.

Shi Xinhao raised his eyebrows, "He was the one who put down the man, and only he can save him. If he is not allowed to get close, then what do you think?"

"At least, the interrogation should be clear..."

"Interrogation?" Shi Xinhao interrupted him coldly, "What qualifications do you have to interrogate others, are you a police officer? Or, someone in this room thinks that you are more qualified to mention the word interrogation than yourself?"

Is the big lion protecting him?Jiang Chongli cheered up pretending to be affectionate, and the eyes that looked at Shi Xinhao's broad and muscular back became more eager.

Feeling this sight, Shi Xinhao's face darkened even more.

The man who stopped them thought the look was aimed at him, and suddenly cold sweat broke out on his back.When Shi Xinhao was a teenager, he still dared to point his nose and question him, but as he got older and his authority became more and more powerful, there were fewer and fewer people who dared to contradict Shi Xinhao face to face.

Useless things.

Shi Xinhao didn't even bother to look at him again, he raised his jaw slightly, and the big man under him immediately walked over a few steps, and carried the middle-aged man aside like a chicken.

The middle-aged man howled, and the relatives around him who were originally as quiet as a chicken also scolded the big man loudly. Jiang Chongli never knew that people in the upper class could be so noisy, so he couldn't help pressing his temples with a headache.

Shi Xinhao saw it and roared again, "Shut up!"

The sky-shaking lion's roar made the window panes buzz, and needles could be heard in the corridor.

Jiang Chongli curled up the corners of his lips, and walked past Mr. Director to open the door of the ward.Suddenly, the elevator dinged and someone came up.

The cane was leaning on the ground, making a dull thumping sound, Shi Xinhao frowned, and people who passed by looked at him, "Grandmother."

The crowd quickly retreated to the side of the person, and everyone had a smug look on their faces, as if they had found support.

Jiang Chongli went to see the grandma in name of Mr. Director with some curiosity, and saw a graceful and luxurious old lady, wearing a lady's suit in the style of the early twentieth century, with a delicate hat on her head, and a slightly hanging veil. Covering her face, a circle of huge pearls hung around her neck, each round and colorful, and holding a long silver cane with a lion's head in her hand, she looked extremely majestic.

Will she be an aristocrat?

Jiang Chongli was about to use the king's vision to see, but the old woman's eyes had already looked straight at her. The transparent thin ice-colored pupils were like the eyes of a carnivore, ruthless, cold, arrogant, full of the eyes of a high-ranking predator. Powerful, looking directly into such a pair of eyes, no one can not feel frightened.

Jiang Chongli also felt this trembling, but he did not avoid her eyes as the old woman expected. Jiang Chongli stared straight at the old woman, like a child who went to the zoo to watch a beast, There is a feeling of fear, but more of an unconcealable excitement.

The old woman was a little surprised, and asked him, "Who are you?"

Jiang Chongli blinked, Shi Xinhao stepped forward, inadvertently stood in front of him, and said to the old woman, "He is a Chinese medicine practitioner."

"Chinese medicine?!" There was a commotion in the crowd.

"What is Chinese medicine, doctor?"

"It's not a doctor. Oceania doesn't recognize Chinese medicine as a doctor at all."

"Chinese medicine is a group of people who used witchcraft to claim to be able to cure diseases in ancient China. It seems to be similar to the group of voodoo and gypsy crystal ball fortune-telling."

"I heard that even the Chinese themselves don't believe in Chinese medicine."

"That's right, Chinese people are good at everything, but they are really backward in medicine. Without Western medicine, they would not be able to survive at all."

"Chinese medicine has no scientific basis at all. The so-called basic theories are all myths."

"Isn't that a magic stick?"

"It's not even as good as a magic stick. I think it's a lie."

"No, no, there are still Chinese medicine practitioners in Sydney. Don't you know that the Chinese massage parlors in Chinatown are doing health care and so on? Those people are Chinese medicine practitioners," said a playboy-looking man.

Others showed disdainful expressions and said one after another, you are really depraved, you can't get enough of so many high-end clubs, and you even go to such a low-level place.

Hearing the belittling words of these people, Jiang Chongli's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help opening his mouth to show his teeth.